'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something fun to do
Hey, baby, I think I’m gonna tickle you
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby, I think I’m gonna tickle you
~ “Tickle You” by K-Shrub (parody of ‘Marry You’ by Bruno Mars)
This Saturday night, I’m hosting a rave. . . . a baby rave. Ain't no party like a Baby B party 'Cause the Baby B party don't stop, yo! The guest list is exclusive and there are guaranteed celebrity sightings.
K-Shrub is going to her first “returning to a social life” event on Saturday night and I was chosen to keep Baby B all night. Now, in reality, K-Shrub will be returning to the house after Baby B and I are in bed, so we won’t actually be partying ALL NIGHT -- BUT, it is still an amazing opportunity to spend time with my dragonfly. Plus, I can say with full confidence that one of us will be “spitting up” by 4am. We know how to party!
I am actually supposed to be writing something else right now. I owe a 3000 word article to a friend for her zine. It was due this past weekend. Clearly, I am behind. I have the idea and have begun writing the article. Unfortunately, my muse is on a coffee break, had a family emergency, or went out to get cigarettes. . . something like that.
Oh well. It’ll happen. It always does.
PERSONAL NOTE: I miss your face.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Never mind.